David's gaze became cold in an instant. Before Hania could react, he picked her up effortlessly, lifting her off the ground.
Taken aback by his sudden movement, Hania exclaimed, "Mr. Miller, you... you are..."
Ignoring her, David walked to the side of the bed and threw her on it. Overbearingly, he said, "Do you want to get sick again? Remember, your body belongs to me, and you must take good care of it. Your well-being is your responsibility, get it? Don't you walk around barefoot again."
It only occurred to Hania that David carried her because she was not wearing any shoes.
However, Hania did not dare to look down. Instead, she was blushing harder, almost closing her eyes.
He... hadn't even put on his clothes yet! And it just so happened that she was the culprit.
Nodding obediently, she reminded him "kindly", "Mr. Miller... your... your clothes..."
Suddenly, a wicked smile crept across David's face. It made Hania's heart race violently, dazzling her instinctively.